This month we celebrate the Immaculate Conception, the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe, and the Nativity. I would like to join others in meditating on Mary these days.
Soul Seeing: No matter how severe the darkness of the outer world is, it cannot overcome the inner and transcendent light.
Blessed Fra Angelico produced various depictions of today's Gospel story of the Annunciation. Although the 15th-century Dominican painter created significant variations on the same scene, it is said that he never retouched his paintings because, like the iconographers of Eastern Christianity, he believed that he produced them under divine inspiration; thus, they should not be changed.
We say: Christmas has yet to find a voice within the virtual search engines that read our desires. Advent is our annual wakeup call.
I think it's possible to be a little bit frustrated when we first hear the message from St. Paul this morning: "Rejoice! Again, I say rejoice!" See, be filled with joy. Most of us probably have discovered that being joyful isn't something you can suddenly be by sort of pushing a button. You know, if you're really discouraged and frustrated and upset and things are going badly, how do you suddenly be joyful?
Just Catholic: Was the nativity an entirely male affair? Why is all this testimony about the birth of a child, the birth of this Child, so devoid of women?
When all the graced visionaries have prophesied, when the healers have soothed every pain, when all the fettered are set free, when the naked and the shamed are clothed with justice and dignity (Isaiah), one will come among us -- one in whom hope and healing, freedom and salvation will find their most eloquent expression (John). He is the one for whom we wait with joy (1 Thessalonians). On this, the third Sunday of Advent, Isaiah, Paul and the two Johns (the evangelist and the Baptizer) call the assembly to cultivate that joy and allow it to sustain us. Ours is good news.
Young Voices: The most joyful room I was in this year was a church packed with mourners at a funeral. It was also saddest room I was in this year.
Several years ago, I was a senior fellow at Woodstock Theological Center working on questions in science and religion. One day, the program manager appeared at my door and asked if I wanted some boxes of notes that had been taking up space in his office. The notes happened to be those of Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, and he did not know what to do with them. Woodstock had inherited the notes from Nicole Schmitz-Moorman, whose father, Karl Schmitz-Moorman, inherited the notes after Teilhard's death. Karl bequeathed the notes to his daughter, who, in turn, donated them to Woodstock.
My Table is Spread: My bilingual parish is trying to help the English and Spanish speakers meet one another as more than co-tenants.